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Knock knock
Carrie opens the door, and gives the knocker an exasperated look.
"What happened to just walking in? You've had a key for years."
"Yeah, but now we're dating. Wouldn't it be more... polite now to knock?" Sam asked, sheepishly smiling as he awkwardly rubbed his arm.
Carrie smiles fondly at her boyfriend before she grabs his hand and yanks him into her house. She knew exactly how he felt. Ever since they started dating, trying to refigure out boundaries and everything has been a bit... confusing. The two teenagers try to make a break for the stairs, only to be stopped by the sounds of two women clearing their throats.
"Where are you two going?" Her mom asked, giving them an arched eyebrow.
Carrie held back the urge to roll her eyes, Sam stiffening next to her.
"Just upstairs, Sam promised he'd help me out with something." She played it off, trying to sound casual.
Her parents shared a look before grinning at each other.
"Remember to keep your door open!" Mum called after her.
Carrie's face burned red. It wasn't like they were going to do anything inappropriate! Sam wasn't crude, they knew that. She quickly pulled Sam up the stairs and into her room.
"Sorry about that." She apologized as they settled in, her on her bed and Sam in the chair next to her desk.
He gave her a soft smile that made her melt just a little bit and replied, "It's okay. It's just how they show that they care. Besides, at least you don't have a nosy little sister bugging you."
She laughed at that, before kneeling down next to her bed and began searching underneath it.
"Thanks for agreeing to this by the way, I know some guys can be... sensitive about this kind of thing."
"Nah, I have no shame. Kae's is always asking me to dress up for her tea parties with her, and have you seen me in a tiara and feather boa? I rock that shit."
Carrie let out another laugh. She has seen that before, and he wasn't lying. He did indeed rock that shit. He also was wrapped around his little sister's finger, even if he'll never admit it.
Her hand finally brushed something hard and plastic.
Aha!
She pulled out the small box from under her bed, and unfolded it, taking out various items and laying them into an organized array on the floor. She motioned for Sam to sit next to her. He scooched her chair back to its original setting before plopping down on the floor next to her.
"So how do we do this?" He asked, eyes curiously scanning the tiny and variously colored bottles.
"First we use this!" She said, holding up a pointed wooden stick.
Sam tilted his head, eyebrows furrowing.
"What the hell is that thing?"
"It's a cuticle stick, you're supposed to use it to push back your cuticles in your nails first. It helps them grow stronger." Carrie explained.
Sam shrugged and held out his hands, letting his girlfriend get to work. After she finished with the cuticle stick, she put it off to the side and grabbed another wooden stick. This one was thinner, and flat. He gave her a questioning look.
"This is a nail file. It's great for keeping all your nails look neat and uniform." She quickly explained.
They sat in silence after that, Carrie focused on doing her task, and Sam focused on watching her. After she finally finished drying off the clear base coat, she asked,
"What color do you want?"
"Mm, black? To match my awesome girlfriend?"
"You know, I wear more than just black." The perky goth commented, though she sounded more amused if anything.
"Then throw some pink in there too." He said.
Carrie complied, grabbing the bottle with the shade of pink closest in color to her dyed bangs. She then started painting her boyfriend's nails, the majority black with the exception of his ring fingers being painted purple.
"I've got to do a few layers, so this is gonna take a minute."
Sam nodded.
After a bit, she finally was finishing up the topcoat. Pulling away she started re-organizing her supplies. Sam moved forward to help, but was stopped by his girlfriend glaring at him.
"If you mess those up by not waiting for them to dry, I will end you Alexander!"
He held his hands up in a placating motion, with a muttered yeesh that Carrie pretended not to hear. After she finished, her face lit up.
"Oh! I have something I want to show you!" Carrie said excitedly, darting across the room to dig into her closet.
Sam craned his head around to look at her. She rummaged around for a minute, until she finally popped back out, a blue and goldish sweater in her hands.
"Is that-" He jumped up, getting closer for a better look, "-no way, where did you get the Nova merch!?"
Carrie beamed as she held it up to her chest for him to see clearly. His face brightened as he scanned it over.
"This seller on Etsy. They are like, obsessed with you. Or well, superhero you. Works out in my favor though."
"It's a bit big on you though, isn't it?"
Carrie smirked.
"That was on purpose. This way, when I tell people I'm borrowing my boyfriend's clothes, they'll actually believe me!" She said a little bit too gleefully, her blue eyes filled with mirth.
Sam gave her an offended look, mouth hanging open and bringing his hand dramatically to his chest.
"One inch, you're taller than me by one inch!"
"Actually it's an inch and a half."
"One day, I'm going to grow like, half a foot taller than you and then you're going to eat those words!" He remarked petulantly, crossing his arms.
Carrie bent down that said inch and a half and planted a small kiss on the tip of his nose.
"Keep telling yourself that, Bilbo."